C1665 Wind up

The sun set in the west, and the moon hung high in the sky. Night had long since fallen, but the battle within the imitating black prison's array was still extremely fierce.

Boom!

Another fist struck out, and Nie Kun, whose strength had been suppressed to the second level of the Martial Lord, was struck in the chest by a fist that was drenched in sweat.

In front of him